Jon Daly: So, I was like, fu*k you, my film won the judge's award at my mom's film festival. Yeah, do you guys wanna go chief some out?

Nick Kroll: We didn't like, invent mash-ups, but we pioneered them with some other artists. So. Oh my God thank you sweetie, I love you! I love her. She's been with us our whole lives.

Party Girls: Oh my God. Where is she from?

Nick Kroll: I have no idea.

Jon Daly: We met originally in St. Tropez and then we all hooked up when we were in Cabo, but none of us actually hung out until we were in Zurich, I think we were, right? Yeah, it was a super cold hotel and I think they said that because it was supposed to keep us younger, and we were like fu*k you, let's just luge.

Nick Kroll: [Laughing] Now you're all wet you dumb idiot.

Jon Daly: Dude, my phone! This had the architect in Madrid's number in it!

Nick Kroll: Dude, just borrow my phone.

Jon Daly: Fine.

Nick Kroll: Whatever. My sh*t's all backed up, bro.

Nick Kroll: Go dry off Michael Phelps, you swimmer. [Laughing] I just rocked the party. Put on some fu**ing real jams, bro!

Jon Daly: Hey, Wendy, looks like you won't be able to watch your fu**ing movies anymore.

Nick Kroll: Don't even fu**ing do that!

Nick Kroll: No! You fu**ing piece of garbage!

Jon Daly: That was hilarious.

Nick Kroll: Bygones?

Jon Daly: Bygones.

Jon Daly: Chief it out, guys.

Nick Kroll: Let's start the fu**ing party back on.

[Music Playing]

Nick Kroll: So, I was like I'm from New York and you're from sh*t town in Connecticut. My fu**ing father could buy and sell you. And then I slid down his fu**ing waterslide.

Jon Daly: I know it's like sh*tty and gauche to talk about class, but A, it's true and B...

Nick Kroll: And B, exactly. So, what's your deal?

Girl At Club: Last year I started a yoga studio.

Jon Daly: What?

Girl At Club: I was just saying that last year I started a yoga studio.

Nick Kroll: What are you talking about?

Girl At Club: I started a yoga studio last year. It was this little place in Venice that I ended up buying...

Jon Daly: Wendy! Is she still talking?! Wendy!

Girl At Club: You guys are fu**ing disgusting! Nobody even likes you! Everyone thinks you're fu**ing gay, you know that? Everyone thinks you're gay, and only hang out with you because you're rich.

Jon Daly: Hey. Do you wanna go powder your nose?

Nick Kroll: Do you want to go use the bathroom?

[Music Playing]

Jon Daly: Wendy, we have to go.

Nick Kroll: Shut up. Do we have everything? We have Kanye tickets?

Jon Daly: Yeah.

Nick Kroll: Backstage laminates?

Jon Daly: Yeah.

Nick Kroll: Shanif?

Jon Daly: Uh-huh.

Nick Kroll: Oxy?

Jon Daly: Of course.

Nick Kroll: Taser?

Jon Daly: Mm-hmm.

Nick Kroll: Breathalyzer?

Jon Daly: Yup.

Nick Kroll: Blanket?

Jon Daly: Yeah.

Nick Kroll: I feel like we're forgetting something.

Jon Daly: No, we're good.

Nick Kroll: All right.

[Water Running]

Jon Daly: I hope this is like, a white person concert, and not like a black Kanye.